It is a new window

This window almost opens

Some light gets through

And even with out 

It's penetration gets through

Glass shatters and splinters

The bucket was tipped

And stuff poured out.


Having held the drums 

Having played them

With you

I felt the feelings

Of a new sound

Heard a calling 

Went to the edge 

Found there was no freedom 

I had been chasing my shadow

And nothing would begin

Shadows don't make sense

So I let them all out.


It is a new day in Brazil

In America.